020810/almost lucid

The other night, I had a dream that Kristel and I were living in this huge, ten-story sharehome in Vancouver. She was training to be in the winter olympics and I was her head coach. Her event was downhill figure/speed skating. We worked hard, and everyone in the sharehome was rooting for us. They even threw us a party the night before the event. But for some reason I was nervous, and after her event the next day, there were rumors that we cheated.

Last night, I had a dream that Hershey had followed me to school because she was sick of staying at home all day.

I seem to only remember my dreams when my life is a flurry of...well, shit that needs to be done.

020610/more random pictures and an update

Ryan & Hershey on the couch and a whimsical ice cream place somewhere in the Mission.

Currently still in AAS limbo. Aileen and the other TAs promised me a spot in the class once someone else drops, but at this point I doubt someone will. Regardless, I think I still want to keep trying.

What gets me the most is that if I hadn't actually crashed the class this past week, I would never have known what it was about and it wouldn't bother me as much that I wasn't in the class. But now that I've seen the class in action and I know what it's all about, I'm sad that I won't be apart of it. I would seriously take this class even if I didn't get any credits for it, but I guess life has other plans for me.